Spring is coming

Chapter 32 Burning wicker

I thought that by saying this, a few people would stop hesitating.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Liu had another problem: "If your chicken is as good as you said, why do you have to sell it in a hurry? Isn't it a loss?"

She looked at it several times suspiciously: "It's not a sick chicken, right? If you buy it back, you'll get chicken plague."

The man was a little anxious and his tone was bad: "If you don't buy it, forget it!"

When he was angry, his beard twitched, and his fierce look startled the three of them.

The woman put down the chicken food in her hand and pulled him, apologetically: "I'm sorry, my husband has a bad temper. We were not in a hurry to sell. In addition to fighting cocks, we also have dozens of laying hens at home. Who would have thought something would happen to our hometown? We were in a hurry to go back, and now they were all sold.”

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, there must be no sick chickens in our house, otherwise we wouldn't be able to sell the first few dozen. Besides - the sick chickens aren't in such good spirits, are they?"

What she said was very reasonable and well-founded. Mrs. Liu and Mo Jingchun felt comfortable listening to it. Their chicken shed was indeed quite big.

When Mrs. Liu and Mo Jingchun calculated that they had four hens, Mrs. Liu could take one back, so she agreed with the man.

The last rooster cost sixty cents, and the four hens totaled two hundred cents.

Several people paid, and the woman gave them a chicken coop to carry back.

After the business was concluded, the atmosphere between the two parties relaxed a little, so Ms. Liu asked in passing: "You want to go back to your hometown? Where are you from?"

The woman smiled and said: "He is from Youyang County, and I am from this town. I will just go back with him."

If I ask again, it's a family matter, so it's inconvenient.

Several people said goodbye to the small courtyard.

At the same price, he bought a better chicken. Mo Jingchun was still happy. He held the beautiful fighting cock in his hand and looked at it again and again.

"Chun'er, when you have free time, you can go catch some bugs in the vegetable field. Chickens love to eat them."

Mrs. Liu babbled on and taught her some tips on raising chickens. Mo Jingchun hummed hard and remembered it in her heart.

Several people went back to the stall to look for Mo Tongming. Mo Tongming had almost closed the stall and was on his way back to Mojia Village before Chen Shi.

Got home before lunch.

Mr. Gao has already built a simple chicken shed using thatch and picked branches, and put the purchased breeder chickens in it.

Perhaps the chickens were already familiar with each other and didn't have to adapt to it for too long. Two days later, when Mo Jingchun caught the cabbage worms and was about to feed them to the chickens, he saw the rooster jump to each other while one of the hens was pecking. on the body.

The hens cooed a few times, and then they separated and pecked at the bugs on the ground as if nothing had happened.

Mo Jingchun told Mr. Gao about this and prepared a warm and soft grass nest for the hens to lay eggs and hatch chicks.

After putting the straw nest in, she couldn't help but run to the chicken shed whenever she had free time. Finally, three days later, she found two hens quietly laying eggs.

The next day, there were three more fresh and hot eggs lying quietly in the henhouse.

Mo Jingchun was very happy and picked them up one by one in the grass nest, and then the hen nested on it. After another twenty years, the chicks would hatch out of their shells.

The hens had a hard time laying eggs, so she went to the vegetable field every day to pick up some fat and big cabbage caterpillars and feed them to the hens alone.

Sometimes the rooster wants to grab food, but she drives it away.

When Mo Qinglin saw her, he said she had crossed the river and burned the bridge.

During the days when the hens were hatching eggs, Mr. Gao was also busy going to the fields to drain water and turn over the soil to loosen it.

At this moment, Mo Jingchun suddenly understood what the saying he had learned a few days ago was like: "When you wake up in the morning, you will clean up the wasteland, and when you return home with a hoe in the moonlight," it was like a scene.Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, Mo Jingchun was still able to sneak in during meals. Mo Qinglin and Mr. Gao saw the meat on their bodies that had been raised for just a few days wasting away again.

Even though they are so busy, there are still people who want to cause trouble for them.

When Mo Jingchun was cleaning the chicken shed, he swept out a small blackened tree stick from the corner. He didn't know why it appeared here.

She didn't think much about it and swept it away.

Then on the second and third days, she found the same burned branch in different places in the chicken shed.

Mo Jingchun felt very strange, so he took it to ask Mr. Gao, who also felt confused.

The two searched in the kitchen at home, but could not find where the sticks came from.

Because it was burnt black, it was impossible to recognize its original appearance and what kind of tree it was.

Mrs. Gao thought that the chicken was brought back by Diao when it went out to look for food.

When the chicks hatched, Mrs. Liu came to their house to see how the chicks were doing. She told Mrs. Liu about this strange thing.

Mrs. Liu was horrified: "Is it available now? Show it to me quickly!"

Mrs. Gao saw that she was serious. Mo Jingchun had cleaned the chicken coop every morning and should have thrown it away. However, she remembered that she had left a section of it in her house to find out what it was, and she did not throw it away afterwards. .

She found it from the room and handed it to Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu put it under the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then her expression changed: "Sister-in-law Mao, this person has such a vicious mind! This is a branch of a willow tree. You don't usually raise chickens." I’ve never heard of it, but the most taboo thing about raising chickens at home is burning wicker sticks.”

"How to say?"

"This is a secret saying in the industry, a hen lays eggs and smokes willow branches, and a litter of two chickens will live. This is to prevent the chickens laid by your hens from surviving!"

Mrs. Gao's expression suddenly changed after hearing this. Mrs. Liu quickly asked her to think carefully about whose family she had a bad relationship with recently, and that person could still enter their yard every day.

After Mrs. Liu returned, Mrs. Gao called Mo Jingchun and told her about the matter.

Her face was solemn: "Chun'er, you are the smartest, do you think who can do this?"

Regardless of whether this saying is true or not, those who can do such sinister and evil things behind the scenes must be found!Too bad and terrible!
She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so she asked Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun said hesitantly: "We haven't had any holidays with anyone recently..."

She bit her lip and thought for a moment: "I've seen it when I was feeding the chickens in the past few days. Usually I didn't see it during the day. I just slept at night and woke up. When I cleaned it in the morning, there were willow branches inside.

Grandma, that person must have sneaked in while we were all asleep at night. Why don't my uncle and I pretend to sleep tonight and wait for that person to show up so we can see who it is. "

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Gao sighed: "You are careful, so I will listen to you."

At night, Gao, Mo Jingchun, and Mo Qinglin turned off the lights early and lay down, but no one could fall asleep, waiting for the thief with their eyes open.

Until there was no sound in the village, Gao was a little dazed when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the yard outside.

The sound came from home. Gao listened attentively for a long time, and then with a very subtle "pop", the sound disappeared again.

Mo's yard became peaceful again.

Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin each stood under the window of their own room, eyes wide open, unable to believe what they saw.

The person they saw was not a human, but a ghost.

(End of this chapter)